Gemotions

The eviction notice felt like a physical blow. The air seemed to compress around her, making it difficult to breathe. She stood rooted to the spot, the paper clutched in her hand.

Her vision blurred. The walls of her apartment began to close in, and she felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to run. Her pulse hammered in her ears, a frantic rhythm against the quiet morning.

She threw the document on the table, it landing with a soft thud. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to shatter the placid stillness of the morning, but her throat felt as if it was locked.